Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Mars,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.